Dark Moon The Blood Altar Novels & Stories

I focused on the triple knot of thrones and bombarded our collective strength, summoning the benevolence of nature, “Heaven has a strong system of justice, rescuing the ones destroyed by dark magic. Alpha Zayden Ellsworth is a victim of blood vow, begging for your mercy. A whisperer has offered her blood as the sussurro clan’s contribution for this trial.” The gusts of strong, frosty wind brewed a raging storm in the hall, the vicious laughter, agonizing shrieks and pleading cries added to the horror of the full moon night. The dark clouds tried to overcome the brightness of the moon, the star beneath caught fire as I added the blood again. Amidst this chaos, a deep, grim voice announced, “W

The blood of the beast reveals the truth of the line. “Blood is a key element in all of this,” Nicola said softly. “That’s why she keeps talking about it. She needs me alive - but only until she gets what she wants.” Damien slammed his palm on the table, his frustration boiling over. “Then we don’t give her the chance. We take the fight to her first.” Marla shook her head. “You don’t understand the power she wields. The Shadowed Ones draw strength from the altars. Without knowing exactly how to sever their connection, you’re walking into a trap.”

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Each step left a faint glowing trail, like a bleeding wound on earth. From the eastern horizon, red smoke pillars rose — Alaric had begun the ritual. The sky shuddered. The moon shattered into thousands of shards. Lucien knelt, clutching a fragment of Blood Shadow, blood streaming. “Evelyn…” He whispered. “If this is our final oath, my blood will pay for this sin.” Evelyn, amid ash, looked to the red sky. The seal needed one thing — a sacrificial soul able to guide blood back to its source. She knew: if completed, no return.

It echoed through the mountain’s spine like a death knell. Outside, a storm began to gather. The Moon would rise red that night. As the winds picked up and the sky darkened beyond the glass ceiling of the council hall, Kade stepped forward and placed his palm against the blood altar. The stone hissed, and a silver blade was placed in his hand. Without ceremony, he drew it across his palm and let his blood drip onto the rune etched in the center of the circle. One drop. Then another. Until the rune glowed faintly, the light curling around the blade like smoke.

Luca's scream echoed through the mansion. Followed by laughter. Then another scream. Then someone shouting, "Stop throwing things at him!" For a brief moment, the Romano mansion almost felt normal again. Almost. Three nights later, the illusion shattered. The mansion suddenly went dark. Every light died at once. The chandeliers. The hallway lamps. The security systems. Everything. A collective groan echoed through the building. Then came Luca's voice from somewhere downstairs. "IF THIS IS AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT, I'M OFFENDED BY THE TIMING."

Lunaris Dominion, moonhowl pack, grave tooth pack, strombane pack, iron claw pack and blackthorn pack. Some say Moonhowl is merciful. I say mercy’s a lie. A hand waved in front of my face, ripping me from my thoughts. The first thing I saw were the polished boots. Then a lopsided grin. Von. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “You look… clean,” I muttered. He puffed his chest. “Rumor is, High Alpha Alaric made a deal with the Alpha King. Wants to send a few humans over as tribute.” He adjusted his ragged collar. “Thought if I looked half-decent, maybe I’d be overlooked.”

“Perfect.” As the wind picked up and the sky darkened above us, I turned back to the altar and pressed the jewel against the center of the relic. A faint hum began to rise, the air thick with anticipation. Soon, very soon, the forest would bleed. The Blood Moon Pack would fall to its knees. And I would rise. Dagna’s POV

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.